"The rain in his face likely.

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Well, young fellow, what do you think of yourself, eh ?" "Not much," said Philip blankly and stared about him.
"Can you follow us to the camp fire yonder ?" asked Diane compassionately.
Philip, though evidently very dizzy, thought likely he could, and he did.

That his shoulder was wet and very painful, he was well aware, though somehow he had forgotten why.